And so I just sat there, silently weeping and thanking God for the blessing of a baby. I wept and held my tummy and wished the little one could feel me. I sat like that for maybe two hours, and that’s when Mon came down. He noticed the tiny puddles on the floor and I just said sipon ko yon :p Hahaha.
My moment with the little one didn’t end there. Since Mon had work at 10 pm, I was left alone again that night. But not before we’ve cooked our first real meal – ginisang munggo and pritong isda – that we’ve been craving for since that morning. Mon went to the market while I slept some more in the afternoon, as I felt too tired to stay up. After cooking and eating dinner, I watched some more and surfed the net some more. When bedtime came, I settled down with a prayer, all the time holding my tummy again, in an effort to include the little one in my communion with God. Imagine my surprise when, all of a sudden I thought I felt something move against my hands. It was a tiny movement, but i felt it all right. I wanted to be sure, so I coaxed the little one to move some more. Sure enough, the movements came in tiny bits – a little push here, a little kick there. Ang cute! I felt so kilig I started to laugh. I messaged Mon on the phone right away. Alam kong maiinggit sha hihi. I lay there for maybe 30 minutes just savoring the moment, feeling the tiny movements in my tummy. I kept talking to the little one and the movements would let me know I was heard.
I had to ask bebe to stop playing and settle down for the night since mommy had work pa early in the morning. We slept a little past midnight, me with a smile on my face and my hands still on my tummy.